ON TURNING FIFTY-SEVEN
Through the water like a whale--great orca that I am--
Yet feeling like a porpoise, though perhaps I'm just a clam,
My thoughts merge with the water as I begin to glide...
Four score less three years slip away...and the tears flow all outside...
A bientot! Chuckles
ps tout va bien (pour Maintenant)
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